Draco was bewildered by what he’d found in his rooms today.
A house elf. Specifically Tindy - the house elf that had tended to him in the manor as a child. She said Mistress Narcissa had sent her as a gift. Draco hadn’t seen her in years. He’d assumed after what he did, his father had killed Tindy. Draco had been very glad to know this, to have Tindy back, but he was also distrustful. What if his mother had sent the elf to spy on him?
Pevensie had taken an instant liking to the elf. He really needed to look into getting that girl a proper pet.
He apparated to Malfoy Manor and had his mother sent for. He was hoping his father didn’t show. Draco was not in the mood for that today.
Narcissa walked into the parlor with eyebrows raised. Her son was standing in the middle of the room, his arms crossed, and a very put-upon expression on his face. “Something vexes you? You do not seem pleased to be here.”
“You sent me a house elf?”
She just stared at him.
“You sent me Tindy. My house elf. I thought... why would you do this?”
“You said it yourself, Draco. She is your house elf. I thought you would be grateful.”
“I am, but I am also suspicious,” Draco said, trying to tread lightly. “Promise me you just sent her because you knew I’d want her and not to spy on me.”
With things going so well and just beginning with Luna, the last thing he needed was his parents marching up in the Council to size her up because they heard about them from a house elf.
Narcissa pursed her lips, irritation showing through as she crossed her arms. “I am not your father, Draco. When I give a gift, I do not give it for an ulterior motive. The house elf made it very clear she was your elf and honestly, I was getting tired of repeating orders to her.”
“Tindy wouldn’t mind you?”
Draco was trying not to laugh; he really was, but Tindy always minded him. He almost never had to tell her something twice. A part of him was very pleased that she was his and only his.
She narrowed her eyes. “Hush. Will you accept her or not?”
“Of course I will,” Draco said. “Since apparently I’m the only one she’ll listen to. I’d hate for her to be given clothes and turn out like the Crouch’s elf that ended up in the Hogwarts kitchens. Drunk and wearing a tutu is no way for a house elf to go through life.”
Narcissa curbed the urge to smile. “Well, I hope she will serve you well. I know the Council has their own elves, but a personal elf is much more attentive. I’m sure you’ll find chores for her to do.”
Draco shook his head. “I’m well past the age where I need to be spoiled, you realize, but thank you all the same.”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. He felt better knowing his father had nothing to do with this.
“Utter nonsense,” she replied lightly, pleased that Draco seemed more amenable to his gift. “I will always spoil you. You’re my son and who else will I spoil?”
“Pevensie,” Draco said. “Now that’s a child in need of some spoiling if I ever saw it. Speaking of, I should probably get back to her before she tries to get Tindy to play fetch or something equally ludicrous.”
As she turned away, Narcissa laughed. “Oh, because you didn’t do the exact same thing when you were younger?”
“No. I asked them to move father’s things so he’d think he was going mad. I don’t know how many times I had them hide his ponytail ribbons because I always thought those things looked ridiculous.”
Narcissa laughed before she could stop herself and covered her mouth with her hand. She remembered those times well. Lucius would go into absolute fits. “Go see to Tindy and Pevensie. And do try to stay out of trouble.”
“Don’t I always?”
She gave him a look.
“Fine, but you know I can’t make any promises there. Trouble finds me.”